I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.

I glory, more in the cunning purchase of my wealth than in the glad possession.

Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding.

A good king is a public servant.

He threatens many that hath injured one.

It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.

Nothing is more short-lived than pride.